I'm not unhappy with my life but I think I could have done so much more with my life. Sometimes I feel that I've wasted the talents I had, should have developed them more fully and made more of a contribution to society. Lots of things I should have done before I married and had kids. I wish I had traveled more. At this point I'm getting to the age where I'll be too old to do some of the things I really want to do. I have a comfortable life, my husband is a good guy, my kids are wonderful and self-sufficient now. We should be able to retire within the next 3 or 4 years. I just hope we stay healthy and have the money to finally do some things we've always wanted to do. I hope I live long enough to do a few things I want to do.
Nothing else you can really do, is there? But as I said, I'm not unhappy. Just wondering about "...the road not taken". One of my favorite poems.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.